“Maybe.”
“Has it occurred to you that the reason is you?” She let him consider that, then added, “Maybe she wants to get to know her brother, and she knows the only way she can do that is to show him she is willing to help him out?”
“Maybe.” He paused. “But she cares for you, too.”#p#分页标题#e#
She felt a rush of affection for Erica. “And that goes to show she’s a nice person and worthy of your friendship…if not your love.”
His lips twisted. “The hit on the head seems to have muddled your brain. You think you’re a psychoanalyst now, do you?”
“Where you’re concerned I have to be,” she said without thinking, but knew it was her mention of the word love that had got his back up. Love and Blake Jarrod did not go hand-in-hand.
And neither did Samantha Thompson.
Not with love.
Certainly not with Blake Jarrod.
A curious look passed over his face. “Why would you want to psychoanalyze me anyway?”
This time she thought before speaking. No use giving away more of herself than she needed to. It was best she keep up a wall. He would appreciate her more for that.
She managed a thin smile. “A person likes to figure out how their boss’s mind works. It helps with the job.”
He leaned back in his chair. “Yes, you were always good at that.”
Then…just as she thought she had it all under control, all at once everything rose in her throat. She couldn’t take any more of this subterfuge and talking around things that mattered. “Blake, don’t you think it’s time we talked about last night? You took such good care of me, and then this morning…”
He stilled. “Yes?”
She swallowed hard. She had to ask the next question and she had to be prepared to accept the answer. “I’d like to know what I did wrong.”
His face blanched as he sat forward. “Nothing, Samantha. You did nothing wrong.”
“Then what—”
He drew a breath. “Samantha, are you a virgin?”
She felt her cheeks heat up. “No.”
He looked surprised. “I thought you might be.”
“Well, I’m not,” she said, hunching her shoulders, wondering where this was going to lead.
His expression softened a little. “But you’re not very experienced, are you?”
Okay, so it led to further embarrassment.
She could feel her cheeks redden further. “You must know I…er…haven’t been with a lot of men.”
“How many?”
Her eyes widened. “None of your business.”
“You made it my business this morning.”
She hesitated, then, “One lover when I was a teenager.”
His brow rose. “And none since?” He must have read her thoughts. “You can tell me. I’m not going to tell anyone else.”
So, okay, she would accept that. “Well, there was a man back home….”
He didn’t blink an eye but she knew she had his attention. “And?”
“We didn’t become lovers, but I was in love with him.”
“What happened?”
Her lips twisted with self-derision. “He wasn’t in love with me.”
Blake nodded. “That explains why you haven’t had any relationships since I’ve known you,” he said, almost to himself. Then his eyes sharpened. “Are you still in love with him?”
“No. Carl left to go overseas and ended up marrying someone else. I realized I’d been in love with the idea of love and that’s all it was.” She sighed. “But it was a good lesson in learning that you can never be sure of another person’s feelings.” Realizing that she was suddenly giving too much away, she tried to be casual. “So, you see, I can only lay claim to one lover and that was a long time ago.”#p#分页标题#e#
“I could tell.”
Her composure lurched like a drunken sailor. “I’m sorry. I thought my enthusiasm might make up for any lack of experience.”
“Don’t apologize. Your enthusiasm was great. Damn great,” he said brusquely. “I had a hard time walking away from you.”
Her heart faltered. “You did? I thought you didn’t want me.”
He expelled a harsh breath. “Did my body feel like I didn’t want you?”
She remembered the tense cords of his body burning her flesh through her nightshirt. “No,” she croaked, then had to clear her throat before speaking again. “But what do I know anyway? I thought a man could easily turn it off and on.” Carl certainly had been able to put a stop to anything beyond a few kisses.
“I’m not made of stone like that other guy,” Blake scoffed, reading her mind, but his voice had gentled. “And all this goes to prove to me that I did the right thing this morning. I’m the experienced one here and that means I have a responsibility to you. I’m glad now I didn’t take something from you that you might regret giving later on.”